“I don’t want my top… ahhhh… to get wrinkled.”She closed her eyes and settled into a slow and steady rhythm. Her inner walls felt velvety ar...und me, her heat seeming to radiate through my body. She was muttering under her breath, but I couldn’t make out the words. I gripped the seat of the chair tightly, and my cock swelled inside her.I was swimming in the sensation of fucking Cheryl — the smell of her arousal, the heat of her body, the taste of her pussy still on my tongue. I stared at the way. " That sounds fine." I answered.He took a few steps towards me. "That should be 'Yes Sir' Don't you agree?"Red flags went up again but I was so nervous and intimidated I just blurted it out. "Yes, Sir."He stepped back and smiled. "Now doesn't that feel better?"I felt much more comfortable with him smiling so I just repeated myself without thinking. "Yes, Sir." 7 O'clock. Right?" Yes." I replied.He stepped towards me again with that glare in his eyes.I quickly corrected myself. "Yes, Sir.". “Apparently Chris and Tracy made out in the woods last night,” I said, nodding my head towards the projection room.“Wait, really?” Dylan asked laughing, “Well then it’s confirmed what they’re doing now for sure!”I laughed too, and shushed him, “Shhh, don’t tell anyone. Chris told me right before you got here, but made me promise not to say anything.”He laughed and promised to stay quiet about it too. I was relaxing, but still wanted to talk about last night. I needed to know where he stood. His. She is desperate and can go ahead with sex anytime in the day.Now let me describe my mom mina first. She used to generally wear sarees with nice tight blouses and her pallu was never pinned. She used to do a lot of house work and I used glimpse at every site wen her pallu ever gave way to her cleavage. The site of her cleavage was amazing. Her moist cleavage used to shine with the sweat there. How I wanted to lick her sweat.Anyways one day mina was in the house alone and I came home from work..